a novel by not "jane" park

This is probably the closest thing to an autobiography I will ever write.

This is me giving up.

I know I said this was an autobiography— it still is, sort of— but maybe that isn't the most correct label I can put on it. My life isn't complete. It hasn't pulled into its designated end station yet. This piece I'm writing is more one car than a whole train. Maybe two cars, if I'm going to be generous.

But what is this, really?

I'll be honest with you. It's my attempt to actually do something. Sharing your life online seems to be all the rage nowadays, so there you go.

Okay.

So.

Here we go.

My name is Jane Park. And this is my story.

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Okay, I lied.

My name is not Jane Park.

But this is still my story.